Hello! This is Nami here giving you a HaruhiXKyoya story! I do not own Ouran High School Host Club sadly, nor do I own any characters. However, if I did, Kyoya and Haruhi would be together. Enjoy the story!


~Haruhi's POV~

It was 9:30 pm Thursday night. I laid in my bed in a sleepless rest. I couldn't get today's incident out of my head. I tossed and turned in frustration and sunk my blushed face deep into my plush pink pillow.

Damnit, this is all his fault that I can't get any sleep! Remembering him made me touch my fingers lightly against my lips and my fist against my pounding heart as flashbacks of what happened today raced through my mind.

~Flashback~

Club hours were almost over. I started to clean up Music Room 3, aka host club head quarters like I always do when the customers leave. Everyone else just did whatever they felt like doing. Tamaki-sempai was babbling to himself, Kyoya-sempai was, like always, typing away on his laptop. Hunny-sempai was scarfing down cake for what felt like the hundredth time that day with Usa-chan sitting on his lap as Mori-sempai silently watched over him. Oddly the Hitacchi twins were just sitting on one of the couched with bored expressions on their identical faces. The twins looked at me then turned towards each other with a wide mischievous grin.

"It looks like," Hikaru started.

"It's time to play with our toy," finished Kaoru.

As I was picking up the last dish, long arms snaked around my waist and pulled me back against the assaulter's chest. Hikaru threw me over to his twin who then threw me back to Hikaru as if I were some kind of ball.

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Stop! I'm going to drop the dishes if you keep throwing me back and forth!" I yelled out in anger.

"EEEEEEKK! YOU DAMN DEMON TWINS! PUT MY HARUHI DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Tamaki roared, rampaging towards the twins and I. Then, out of nowher,e a random monkey snickered and threw out a banana peel and, of course, Tamaki stepped and slipped on it. He crashed into Kaoru, who happened to be the one I was thrown at at the time.

I braced myself for a rough landing; however, I fell onto something soft that smelled of peppermint, or was it someone? I opened me eyes to see a pale blue, almost purple, Ouran school uniform. My eyes traveled up to see a very close and very shocked Kyoya. I could feel the temperature drop to at least 20 degrees as my face paled to a sickly white.

Oh man this is not good!

I instantly dropped my gaze as my mouth started stuttering a barely audible apology. I also noticed that the dishes I was once holding were now shattered everywhere around my feet.

Shit! I will be in debt for the rest of my life! How will I be able to pay for all of this!

Kyoya stared down at my paled shocked expression as I was counting how much money each tea dish and plate cost. A wide smirk crept its way onto his handsome face.

"She's so cute when she's scared," the young raven haired Ootori thought. All of a sudden I felt warm big hands lightly caress my cheeks. My face was brought in front of Kyoya's. I stared directly into his cold onyx eyes as he stared into my warm chocolate eyes. Without his guard up I could see many emotions swirling around in those beautiful eyes. They were full of amusement and…care?

Wait, since when did I think he had beautiful eyes, and when did Kyoya-sempai, the cold-hearted shadow king, care for anyone but himself?

A blush crept along my face; he looked so handsome up close. The light didn't glare his glasses and his silky black hair slightly covered his thin eyebrows. My eyes slowly trailed down to his thin lips that were just a few inches away. Kyoya noticed this and chuckled softly to himself.

"Don't worry; I won't put this to your debt for breaking the dishes. However, since you are so cute when you are scared, I will charge you for something else," the vise president softly said.

I stared at his quizzically, but before I could say anything his lips softly pressed against mine. It was a light kiss; so light it didn't even seem like he was kissing me. I gasped in shock as my face turned crimson. After for what seemed like an eternity he slowly broke the kiss with a handsome devil smirk smudged across his face. A part of my wanted to pull him back and kiss him again like there was no tomorrow. Before I could act I could hear Tamaki-sempai wailing in despair about how mommy is going to kill his precious daughter.

"I am not going kill her you baka, but I will add it to her debt," Kyoya said as he helped me up from off of him. Without looking at me once, he dusted himself up, straightened his uniform and walked away. I watched him walk away with my hand to my lips and other against my heart.

A pair of strong hands tightly gripped my shoulder and spun me around quickly to be tightly vice gripped by the wailing host king, "OH HARUHI, MY PRESIOUS DAUGHTER! ARE YOU OK? DID MOMMY HURT YOU? DID SHE?" Tamaki wailed loudly into my now deaf ear.

"I'm fine sempai, Kyoya-sempai didn't hurt me, not get off! You're crushing my ribs!" I complained.

Tamaki instantly let go of me and jumped away, stuttering an apology. I sighed in relief and looked over to see two scared red heads hiding behind one of the couches. I sighed in annoyance, "You two can come out now! And since this is all your fault, you can clean this mess up!"

Hikaru and Kaoru both jumped out from where they were hiding and raced to get the broom and sweeper. I walked over to my things to pack up. I looked over to where Kyoya sat and noticed that he was already gone.

~End Flashback~

I sighed in annoyance and turned my head to my nightstand where my cell phone that the twins gave me as a gift was laying. I grabbed it and scrolled through my contacts and stopped at Kyoya's number. My mind was telling me not too. He is a devious, conniving man. I could get hurt being with him. However, my heart was saying go for it. I sighed. Hey, what's the risk? Life is boring without risks. At that, I pushed the call button and waited or him to pick up.


Thank you for reading! Please review and tell me what you think! Should I make a second chapter or is it fine the way it is?